This is free form verse; there is no correct order to read
the lines of the poem within each 4 line stanza.

All that flows sand in your toes	through the sands of time is all in your mind
searching lands of the lost never mind the cost	for those eternal sands that poured from your hands
looking back into the past the final glance must be cast	it never connects with today at memories far, far away
Walking on he razor's edge peering slowly over the ledge	at the turn of dusk everything has rust
slowing down our moves time is covering our shoes	in all that we do like stepping in glue
one day will be be your end years away or the next bend	it's a matter of time end of the line.

 
The CyberPoet